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Somehow this week turned into a food diary complete with pictures and notes on what I ate every day. The pictures stopped happening after the first few days because I’m not a patient person, hence why most of my meals are normally microwaved or cooked by someone at Macaroni Grill. I’ve been getting better at cooking dinners at home lately, but I still eat a lot of breakfasts and lunches out.


I did it though! NO EATING OUT! all week long, unless you count that one froyo at Orange Leaf, which I don’t.

The breakfasts were probably my favorite part. I had everything from these super easy pumpkin muffins (only 2 points on Weight Watchers! Also, I used spice cake mix), to this AH-mazing cake batter smoothie. If I was running late, I grabbed some oatmeal or a greek yogurt to eat at work. Then on Sunday I made us this casserole for breakfast and it was like elves lived here because all I had to do was throw a few things into the Crock Pot at night and we woke up to breakfast.


Lunch was a bit more challenging, but I managed. I had picked up two salads at Trader Joe’s to eat at work, then had leftovers or a frozen meal for the other work days. On the weekends….well, maybe I don’t want to mention what happened on the weekends. I’m going to call it a buffet. Of Goldfish and chocolate. Maybe a soft pretzel, some popcorn. Ben and Jerry were there too. Hey, I didn’t eat out.


I’m quite proud of myself for dinners, at least for the first half of the week. We had a tasty stir-fry the first night, followed by this Skinny Broccoli Mac & Cheese the next night.


Then Dan “made” us dinner by putting some Trader Joe’s Eggplant Parmesan Towers in the oven with sweet potato fries. Those eggplant parm things are SO good.


The last thing I made was the pumpkin orzo that’s in the very first picture that I posted above, and then we ate leftovers for the rest of the week. I don’t think I used my debit card or cash all week long. However, when I walked into Starbucks this morning they probably wondered what was up with this girl’s goofy grin and dazed look ordering a Crack Latte and asking if there was a size larger than Venti yet…


Oh, the mythical Trenta. Why hasn’t my Starbucks heard of you?!

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